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 was four when there was war. Though I did not
 face many horrors, I remember that my older
                                                 came to Singapore from South
 sisters bore cropped hair, and wore shapeless
                                                 India, Tanjore District in 1972.
 clothing to hide their true form from the Japanese.
 My father was the editor of a Chinese newspaper, thus,   I was married in India and came
                                                 to join my husband here. Back
 our family was deemed valuable and kept alive. Still,   then, majority of Singapore was a
 unannounced, Japanese officials would knock on our front   village with only a few HDB blocks.
 door. My elder brothers and sisters would fly to their pianos or   My husband and I lived in a small
 begin to sing charming melodies. Providing entertainment was    rented one-room flat in Toa Payoh.
 how we were spared.  Mdm Bathurunisa Bte   Born 1949  I had a few relatives in Singapore
         Mohd Ismail
 The Kempeitai set a bounty on my eldest sister’s head,   then and many of them were living
          Ping Yi Secondary School
 determined to catch her and her allies in a resistance   By Al-Farveez Mohammed  in the kampong houses. When it
 force. It seemed like the whole of Kuala Lumpur knew who   rains, the houses were flooded
 wanted her dead. To escape death, our father married her   and the roads were muddy.
 off to a rich and handsome young man, who brought her to   When I first came to Singapore, I had very few friends and
 Singapore soon after the wedding. I could not imagine my   relatives. I would usually stay at home and the only few places that
 sister as a bride at the age of 17.  I visited were Haw Par Villa and Little India. I relish visiting Haw Par

 I started to wonder, what would happen to me? Unlike my sister, I   Villa which was previously known as the Tiger Balm Gardens as
 married only in my 30s and after the war. I married a man who hid in   there were many huge sculptures and figurines. They illustrate the
 the Malaysian jungles during the Japanese Occupation.  Chinese moral stories and vividly depict the Chinese
                                folklore and punishments accorded to people who
 “I married a man who never allowed sweet potatoes or   failed to be morally upright. Next, I am fond of
 tapiocas to be served on the dining table.”  going to Little India. I will purchase my groceries
                                 and have a meal with my husband. Whenever I am
 White rice was his favoured staple. I could see why. To him, sweet   homesick, I would visit Little India. It was nice to
 potatoes left the sour taste of deprivation on his tongue. Tapioca only   meet people from my village.
 unearthed the roots of his hardships when war broke out. We moved
 to Singapore. There, I taught secondary school students the Chinese   “One aspect I remember very vividly which has changed a lot
 language and raised three children in the heart of Serangoon Gardens.  now is the wet market. Last time, we would be able to buy
 Life grew increasingly busy. I just hoped that, my duty as a mother   live chicken in the market. They sold live poultry in the wet
 would not include shipping my children off to a foreign land in order   markets. The butcher would slaughter and remove the skin
 to ensure their survival.
          of the chicken for the customers. The curry made from fresh
          chicken was very delicious. I miss them.”

             Singapore has advanced vastly over the past 46 years and I’m very
 Mdm Lau Lim Chee  proud to be a Singaporean. I would like to tell the future generation to
 Born 1935   study hard and to help to advance Singapore’s future even further.

 By Laetitia Choo Yan Yee
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